In this midst of Covid, a friend’s 17-year-old son drowned.
Watching my son deal with his first death of a friend has been disconcerting and
heartbreaking. Grieving is a personal thing and the anguish is even worse when
having a funeral is not an option.
During this horrible month, we have also been dealing with
my mother-in-law’s deteriorating health. Trying to adhere to social distancing is
tough enough yet struggling to find the best care has been overwhelming. Care facilities
are not safe in these days even if those places took new patients. The medical
systems are overwhelmed. We are overwhelmed as well.
The next issue are my damnable headaches. My doctor thinks
they are tension headaches, and I agree. With this surreal worldwide condition and
the emotional toll of death and sickness, my headaches are daily. Nothing really
helps.
Woe is me. It could be worse of course. I keep telling myself
that. However, even typing this short blog post is causing a throbbing headache.
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